Zhou Yun, a prince of Great Qian, is unexpectedly sent by the reigning Empress to the grasslands to marry into a foreign tribe...
"You send me off to marry into the grasslands with such arrogance, but when I march south to capture the dragon, your fate is anyone's guess." "The rightful heir has come from heaven! Khan: So I’ve joined the imperial payroll too!"
My name is Zhou Yun. I was a 21st-century professor of military command, but transmigrated into the body of a useless prince of Great Qian.
My stepmother altered the late emperor’s edict, and I kept quiet. I had the blood of the imperial family, yet I did nothing.
With no support at court and all my loyal followers exiled, this is the sort of start that would make anyone despair!
Wait! A political marriage???
You’re saying you’ll send me, the rightful prince, to the grasslands to marry into a foreign tribe?
I left for the marriage in the morning, and by afternoon the country had changed its name!
"It’s getting cold, and the grasslands’ grass will soon turn yellow. Father-in-law, don’t you want to go somewhere warmer, where the horses can eat fresher grass?"
"If my worthy son-in-law wants to become emperor, then let’s fight! Fight with all we’ve got!!!"
A perfect match! Raise the troops, raise the troops!
Watch how I, Zhou Yun, march south to capture the dragon and unite the world!